'Yes sir.'
Lucas didn't want to delay any longer, but he still landed another spear knee on the traitor's face to quench his rage, this time completely knocking him out. Then he walked towards the door leading to the other cabin, sliding it open.
His towering figure was seen stepping inside the luxurious cabin, approaching a man sitting on the sofa with his long legs stretched on top of the table.
The soft light illuminating the place made the tip of his brown loafers and the rim of the cocktail glass in between his index and middle fingers shine, along with the gold chain necklace adorning his neck.
'Sir, it's time.' Lucas said after bowing his head a little.
A cold smirk crossed the man's chiseled face, and at once his tall figure stood up from the white sofa. His dead fish eyes were deep with a faint trace of dissatisfaction creasing between his thick brows.
'I want to talk to him first.'